I told Dad the story about Billy Bob (our 100 plus pound Mutt with the temperament and face of a teddy bear)and the giant black snake AND the spotted fawn in one day incident. After I ended the heroic, saved by our dissident dog story with this statement; "What would I ever do without that dog, he's so my hero".
Dad said,
"I have bad news. Caleb has cancer and he's going to die. (Caleb translates as brother in Hebrew. He is my dad's ADHD Retriever).
Tate: You've already told me this story three times.
Me: I did?
Tate: Yup.
I think I might need to start keeping a diary.
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The important stuff comes up over and over, doesn't it?
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